Masks

I can't even begin
To describe
How hard it is
To put on this mask
On a daily basis
To pretend that
I am doing okay
To smile and carry on
As though
Parts of me
Aren't falling apart
Every second
How do I tell the world
That what they see
Is not the truth
It's merely
A well constructed lie?
Who do I complain to
That I am unhappy?
Who will listen when I say
That this smile
Hides a broken heart...
That this so called strength
Hides a terrified little girl
Who doesn't know where to turn
For help and comfort...?
Everyone is dealing
With their own problems...
So it's just easier
To put on the mask...
Smile...
And say...
I'm doing ok....
~S~